Life Of A Person Suffering From This Illness

The wind chime hung from the roof of the abandoned house , it swayed calmly and slowly against the wind , everything seemed peaceful . We - my father and I - sat on the porch of the rundown house that only we knew about . It was dark and I wasn’t the biggest fan of the night , the night is unpredictable but yet so beautiful .

Soon the moonlight illuminated the scenery. As I was standing on the balcony admiring the scenery something finally went wrong, a huge black cloud covered the moon. I soon heard the thunder. It seemed to be nothing to worry about, so I didn’t acknowledge it. A few hours later the thunder grew louder and I could see the flashes of lightning headed our way. I went inside to inform my parents of the weather, but they didn’t seem to worry about it much until the cloud was almost over the lodge. My family and I left the reception alone while everyone else stayed in cover; they were the smart ones I thought.

Cancer has played a huge role in my life recently. It started when dad was diagnosed with prostate cancer when I was a junior in high school. He tried to remain strong and act like he wasn’t scared, but you could tell he was terrified and depressed. On a few occasions I went with him to his radiation treatments and I was immediately impressed with the radiation therapists. They were always smiling, and trying to make the worst time of some people’s life better. When my dad talks about his cancer experience he always talks about how much of a positive impact his radiation therapist had.

Imagine being told one day a loved one has been savagely murdered. I could not imagine being told something like that, but I have had to go through the deaths of two grandmothers at the hands of cancer. I can personally say watching someone you love day in and day out suffer is one of the hardest things a person can go through. My dad’s mom passed away before I was even born, so I am left with knowing my grandmother loved me so much but I never got to meet her. My mom’s mother passed away when I was eight years old and she was always my babysitter and loved me more than anything, but they were both taken away from me due to breast cancer.

My father lost his nearly year long battle to Stage IV colorectal cancer and passed away on that date. After his death, my whole world slipped away from me. Yes, it was tough when I had to watch him struggle with his disease, but I knew that he was there for me if I needed it. To know that no matter how hard I tried, I would never see or hear him again was simply just too much for me to bear. I became less interested in everything that previously occupied my time, but especially school. My grades did not become gradually worse; they simply fell off of the proverbial

It was another day, and all of a sudden there are these huge, black, monstrous clouds coming our way! “Mom they're back!” I scream. She grabs the wet towels that she always has prepared. Then gives me and my father one and puts one over Melody, our dog’s mouth. We run downstairs and huddle together Then it finally hits us and even with the wet towel. All I could feel the dirty dust shooting into my mouth.

As I looked around there was no one to be found. The park was empty and I was alone for the first time in months. The city grew quiet as people went home and the traffic started to settle down. I slowly got up and started walking towards my apartment of the edge of the park. It was late and most of the city lights were off to save the limited amount of energy that we have. But oddly enough as the minutes ticked by, the sky seemed

It was a dark stormy night with the smell of fall in the air. The light shining down was tangent and I can still remember the sound of the rain dripping down from the cold ceilings as it started dripping down our necks. It was eerily quiet and the only noises heard were coming from up above along the sewer drains. The scary part is, I remember it like it was yesterday, there was grit in my teeth and not from that morning 's breakfast. There was little to no visibility as if you were alone in space. The truth is, we weren’t alone, we had each other, but that just meant there were short sprung moments of grace between us.

When I turned 11-years-old my whole childhood began to change my life went from being perfect to everything but perfect. One day I came home to hear the news my father, my best friend; my hero was diagnosed with stage 3 colon cancer. Not knowing the struggle my family was about to take on I just began to cry. I had a million things running through my head what’s going to happen? Will everything be okay? Why him? What is going to happen? With all these things rushing through my head all I could do was cry not knowing this was least worse to come.

My dad got diagnosed with prostate cancer in early 2014. It was a hard year for my family, and I still remember it like it was yesterday. Not even in my worst dreams did I ever see my dad having cancer. The man that I looked up to, and loved to pieces had cancer. I was devastated, I remember crying and being afraid that I was going to lose him to an incurable disease that lurked the lives of many.

My Mom had Breast Cancer. She was a funny, brave, and loved dogs, heck! She is still like that to this day! But she was mostly brave I love my Mom and I never will stop and the thought of losing her back then was scary, I probably would have died too. That’s why it was a very tough and scary time for me and my family, but we pulled through this together as a family. I was six years old and my brother was either four or five. Because I was so young I don’t remember everything. Today my mom is a survivor and is cancer free.

Its forty five minutes past twelve, the once salmon and lavender sky transformed into a vast expanse of jet-black, the night laid down a blanket of darkness, when I tilted my head skyward I could see clearly millions of bright stars dotted on the black sky night, the thick gloomy clouds shaded over the luminous moon covering its entirety, the sky was full of glistening stars but no moon, as I glanced to the left of me, my broken down digital clock barely read 12:45 am missing a few of the pixels in the numbers on the screen, I felt as though nothing in my life had seemed right, like there were something missing from my life just like the moon was missing from that dark starry night. Well, I guess I am missing something, something that everyone I know has, something that everyone seems to hold close to them, protect and love.I was easy to forget and just leaves things how they were ; However, it was easier to remember, no matter how painful and heartbreaking it was. Every night I look out of my bedroom window serenely before falling asleep, I think, somehow the chirping crickets and the faint sound of the very few cars on the road driving past in the distance seem to somewhat keep me sane, I guess whenever I’m peering out into that vast midnight sky I find comfort, I picture it as my canvas, I sometimes find myself looking out for hours just drawing up my own perfect world in my mind.

One of the hardest things for anyone to do is watch a loved one suffer. When your friend or family member has a life limiting illness, you may not know exactly what you can do to help them. Their quality of life may be declining; they may be in pain. You are left with a feeling of helplessness. If this sounds familiar, you need to know that there are things that you can do to help. The following are just a few things you can do for those who suffer from a life limiting illness:

up and followed my daily routine: brush my teeth, put on my clothes, and went to school. Little did I know, that would be the day that changed everything. I found out that my uncle Danny had been diagnosed with lung cancer. The chemo originally worked and he went into remission. After a few months of remission, the doctors said he would have a few months to live. After he passed away, I couldn't talk to him. I couldn't see him anymore. He was just gone. Cancer ended the life of someone very precious to me and his death sparked the beginning of my desire to battle this disease.

It was three o’clock in the morning. Outside the window, the sky was still dark. There were barely any stars in the sky, and no cloud cluttered. The sky was painfully dark and motionless. Except for the faint light from the moon, everything seems lifeless. In a dark room, there was a girl sitting up on the bed, leaning on the wall beside her. She was looking out the window. Through the window, the girl can see the sky and the top of some buildings, however, nothing special or attractive. But, the girl has been staring at it for almost an hour now, silently and peacefully.